The girl took the food, watched them leave, and curled up in a ball on the hard floor.

The old man settled himself more comfortably, and then closed his eyes and tried to take a nap.

But the efforts were in vain, and he began to wonder again if he had brought the plague on his body to a healthy station.

The girl also couldn't sleep for a long time.

"Thank you. I thought you were that kind of person, like him. She began to speak.

"I don't think there's anyone like him." The old man responded.

"You're friends?"

"The two of us are like a fish with a shark attached. And your little boyfriend is more like a wolf, but he hasn't grown up yet. He smiled wryly, and he thought to himself.

A fact comes to mind: the hunter devours people, but human blood is also splashed on Homer, because he has always stood by his side.

Sasha didn't refute Homer's words, and she was still a little happy in her heart to be recognized by others.

He half-lifted himself and asked, "What do you say?" ”

"Wherever he goes, I'll follow. I don't think I can live without him, but for him...... Perhaps, he thinks I can purify him. Although, in fact, no one knows what is going on in his heart. ”

"Then why can't you leave him?" The girl sat closer to him.

"I think when I'm with him, I'll always be inspired. Inspiration – its root word is 'inhale' "Homer frowned.

But Sasha still didn't understand a little, so she confirmed it again.

"Why do you need to inhale like this? What does this bring to you? ”

Homer shrugged.

"It's not our breath and breath, it's something that inspires us, something that comes into our body." He replied.

"I think when you smell death, no one will touch your lips again. @*~~ People are afraid of the smell of corpses. Sasha didn't know what to scratch on the dirty floor.

"When you see death, you think about a lot of things." Homer said casually.

"You can't call death whenever you want to think, you don't have the right to do that." She retorted.

"Death is not called by me, I just stand next to death, but the essence is not in death...... And not just in death. ”

The old man also retorted, "I hope what happened to me can change everything." I want a new phase to come, and I want something to happen in my life that will shake me...... Then my memory was emptied. ”

"Have you had a bad life experience?" The girl asked with concern.

"My life used to be very empty and monotonous. You know, every day is the same as the next, repeating itself over and over again, and it seems like the last day of life is not far ahead. Homer struggled to explain.

"Nothing is afraid or worried. That kind of life is filled with all kinds of trivial things every day, and when one thing is done, one breath is taken, and then the other is started.

For those important things, there is neither energy nor time to do them.

You think about it - nothing was done, and then tomorrow came. Tomorrow will never exist, and today will always be endless. ”

"You've been to a lot of stations?" Sasha didn't seem to listen to Homer's words at all, and asked to herself.

"I don't know." Embarrassed, he replied, "Maybe all the stations." ”

"I've only been to two." The girl took a deep breath, "At first my dad and I lived at the bus factory station, and then we were driven to Kolomna station. I'm always looking forward to having one more stop to see. ”

"It's weird here." She scanned a row of arches with her eyes.

"It's like there are thousands of entrances, and there's no wall between them. All the entrances were open to me, but I didn't want to be here. It's weird. ”

"How is your father? That is, the second ......," Homer hesitated to say, "that he was killed?" ”

The girl went back to her little shell and hid, and was silent for a long time before answering:

"Yes."

“。

Come with us. The old man was sure.

"I'll talk to the hunter and he'll agree. I will say to him that I need you, for ...... And you can tell that Alcohen knows Hunter very well. He spread his hands, not knowing how to explain to the girl that he needed her now to inspire his creations.

"I can see it, but I'm a little scared he's going to be like that." Her words overpowered Homer's last word.

She jumped onto the platform and staggered away from the railcar, looking at each column as she went.

Homer couldn't sleep anyway.

Although he had replaced the stuffy black gas mask he had seized from someone else's skull and put on a light walking mask, it was still difficult to breathe, and he felt a headband tighten around his head.

Homer left all his old belongings in the tunnel, leaving a small piece of gray soap to scrape his hands clean.

After washing the mud off his hands with moldy water from the oil drum, he decided to wear only a white protective mask forever.

What else could he do to protect the lives of the people around him?

There is nothing more to do.

Now, even if he left here and walked into the tunnel, he would be a pile of moldy, smelly rags.

But the proximity of death unexpectedly took him back more than twenty years, to the time when he had just lost the person he loved.

This gave him a new, real thought of his plan.

If Homer had the ability, he would have erected a monument for them. For them, a monument will suffice.

They came into this world at different times, but left this world on the same day, the same month, the same year: his wife, his children, his parents.

And his classmates, friends he made at school, his favorite movie actors and singers, all of whom were still at work that day, had already returned home, or were stuck in a traffic jam and couldn't move.

Those who died immediately.

And those who are trying to survive a few more days in the poisoned almost ruined capital, banging on the sealed doors of the subway with their weak bodies.

Those who were close to the center of the nuclear explosion were instantly reduced to ashes.

And those who have been inflated and then torn alive by nuclear radiation. Error-free updates @

The Scouts were the first to go up to the surface, and when they returned to the station from their mission, they couldn't sleep for days and nights.

Next to the campfires at some transfer stations, Homer had spoken to them.

Homer looked into their eyes, and in them, he saw the imprint of the street that remained there forever, like a frozen river, with many dead fish on it.

Thousands of dead cars filled the streets of Moscow with dead passengers.

Corpses were everywhere.

The new owners of the city have not yet moved in, and there is no one to clean them up.

The Scouts didn't want to make too much effort, they just walked around the school and kindergarten from a distance, but even the occasional sight of a dead man's eyes in the back seat of the family car through the dusty glass was enough to scare them away.